Tbisili has a wide array of street conditions. From freeways to cobblestone streets, the ancient roads and former cow paths now function as a place for a favorite local sport: DRIVING! The traffic is TERRIBLE and the self-evident driving rules (as observed each day driving to the airport) are as follows:
This picture,
for instance, was taken while (Gordon) was driving at about 40 kilometers
per hour (about 25 mph). These people have expertly and adroitly
run across the street immediately in front of us, with superb timing which
has allowed them to run behind the blue van, which was doing about 60 kilometers
per hour. You can see how close they are to "running into the van" and
yet they stayed at the same running speed and went behind the van and in
front of the Mercedes that was outside my window in the right lane!
Such skill! Such bravery!
Of course, the people COULD have utilized these tunnels that cross under the streets so they would not have to risk life and limb, but that wouldn't be playing the game properly, now would it? The police, of course, try to encourage motorists and pedestrians alike to obey the traffic laws by handing out as many fines as possible during the course of the day. They say the police make a pretty good living off of tips and gratuities for all of their hard work. We have diplomatic plates on the Niva, so they can't stop us. We hope.
On the good side, drivers may honk and shout at each other, but they
have no driving-related shootings, fistfights after accidents or people
attacked while changing their flat tires! Makes one wonder about
the west . . . . . . .
Here, only authorized people like police can carry a pistol in the
glove box and no one has a gun rack in the back!